Hurry Up and Die, You Trash~♥

"Hey there, Mya-gun~ Open wiiide~"

A faint, sweet fragrance drifted from Elysia as she held out the spoon.

"Elysia… I keep telling you I can eat by myself now, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠okay?"

I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment, yet I still couldn't bring myself to push away the spoon approaching my lips.

"Mmm~ Nope. Some things simply aren't allowed! Come on, open wiiide again~"

Her voice was firm yet gentle. She lightly brushed the spoon against my lower lip and, little by little, forced my mouth open.

"W-wait, Elysia? That's way too big… And could you maybe not force-feed me…?"

Mmph…!?

"Aww, but if Mya-gun doesn't eat properly, that arm the golem crushed last time might not regenerate right, you know…? Oh, right—just so you know, I half-killed that golem, so…"

Cough—hack, cough—

Because she shoved it in so forcefully, my airway clogged in an instant and I couldn't breathe properly.

"…W-water…"

"Oh no, Mya-gun…? That's why I told you to eat slowly. Even if the food I make is delicious, still! Anyway, how does it taste? It's good, right? Ehehe…?"

You fucking bitch…!

Haa… Still, though.

Maybe it was because last time I'd been playing around riding Elysia's precious golem, fallen off, and had my arm half-crushed by the thing. Before that accident we'd bickered like friends, but ever since then the days of her treating me like a baby had only increased.

Ahh… Seriously, Elysia… My arm healed ages ago, you know.

She gazed at my lips with an utterly adoring expression.

"That's it~ One more time! Say 'aah,' okay? You mustn't leave any leftovers? If you do… I'll have to give you a little spank, you know?"

"……."

Gulp—

Three whole years had already passed since I'd been summoned to this other world.

Staring down at the empty plate, I let out a quiet sigh so Elysia wouldn't notice.

Time really does fly. And that time only deepens the nostalgia for the memories I left behind in my old world.

Sure, even if I went back, all that would wait for me was the same exhausting daily grind, and nothing I'd left behind would still be there. Even so, sometimes I still found myself missing home.

Hmm… for example…

I guess you could say I missed home cooking…?

The sweet, sticky pudding slid smoothly down my throat.

Not that I meant Elysia's cooking tasted bad. It was just that, as a witch who had lived for thousands of years, she claimed she could no longer properly taste anything. I'd heard that the older you get, the more your sense of saltiness and sweetness fades, but the meals she'd made when she first brought me here had sometimes been overwhelmingly salty or overwhelmingly sweet. Ever since I'd settled in and started helping out in her kitchen, though, things had gradually improved.

Today's sweet slime pudding was clearly the result of that.

I was spacing out, chewing the slime pudding into tiny pieces, when her face suddenly drew close across the table and a faint warmth brushed against me.

"Ufufu… Is it tasty, Mya-gun…? I tried making it a little sweeter today… Is that okay…? Okay…?"

The way she tapped my cheek with her index finger while asking about the taste made her look like a little girl who couldn't taste anything herself yet still desperately tried to feel something—sad and endearing all at once.

"Pfft—hahaha… W-wait, Elysiaaa… That tickles… S-stop…!"

Every time her soft fingertips brushed my skin, a strange ticklish sensation ran through me.

If I said it was sweet, she would try to make a face as if she could taste the sweetness. If I said it was salty, she would stick out her tongue—bleh—and try to look like she'd just tasted something salty. That clumsy yet adorable act melted the tension out of me before I even realized it.

She claimed that ever since I arrived, she'd started to taste things again, or something like that.

"Pfft… Elysia, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I keep telling you that expression isn't it…?"

I let out a deflating little laugh and looked back at her. Unlike when we'd first met, her face looked truly happy.

If I ever returned to that other world, I was certain I'd never see this happy expression of Elysia's again. So for now—no, at least until that moment came—I would stay by her side and keep building memories.

"Mya-gun~ Anyway, you've finished eating now, so you're tired, right?"

"Ah… no…? It's still daytime. I don't really need to sleep yet…?"

"What are you talking about, Mya-gun? You said you were sleepy earlier… Don't you remember?"

"…Umm… I guess I might have…?"

Sometimes after Elysia fed me, a surge of maternal instinct would kick in. Once she entered that state, even I usually couldn't do anything about it.

"Mm-hm, so you do remember? What should I do for you today…? Lay you on my lap and stroke your head~? No, wait—our Mya-gun said he was tired, so… shall we do it the usual way? Listen to a lullaby while you nuzzle your face into my chest?"

"………."

I didn't actually have a choice.

Before I got nuzzled into Elysia's soft breasts, my gaze lingered for a moment on the unfamiliar scenery outside the window. An inexplicable anxiety bloomed in a corner of my heart.

What if. Just what if.

It would never happen, of course… but if I suddenly had to return to my original world without even a chance to say goodbye to Elysia, what would I do?

While I was lost in thought, Elysia cupped my cheeks with both hands, looking as if she found my blank expression adorable. Then she gently pulled me into her embrace—no, she pressed her bare, enormous breasts right against my face, as if she'd just taken her shirt off.

My entire field of vision filled with soft white skin, and the sweet scent of her body hit me so hard my head spun.

"Wait, Elysia… Don't smother me with your boobs…!"

"Eeeh… Mya-gun… You always use such edgy words… Big sis is going to have to scold you, okay…? Just quietly take the smothering…?"

A playful yet somehow chilling smile spread across her lips. The hand cradling the back of my head carried a strength that made it clear she had no intention of letting me escape.

Mmph…! Mmph-mmph!!

Wait… I don't wanna.

Am I going to die…?

As the lack of oxygen dragged on, my mind began flashing white. With no room to breathe and her chest pressing hard against my nose, the desperate will to live made me grab those huge breasts and start punching them with my fists.

I can't breathe… Elysia…

Thump-thump-thump—

My trembling hands began smacking Elysia's chest over and over.

"Mya-gun~ You can't do that, ahhahahaha… That tickles, you know?"

"Ely…sia… just… let me… breathe… a little…"

"Mya-gun~ You really are just like a sulky little baby…"

Stroke, stroke—

Despite my desperate thrashing, she acted as if she felt no impact at all. Instead she pulled me even deeper into her embrace with an enraptured expression.

"That's it~ You're doing so well. Looking at how unfocused your eyes are, you must have been really tired…? Mm-hm, you don't even have to say it—I'll put you right to sleep… Let's sleep so deeply you pass out again today, okay…?"

You fucking bitch…! They're unfocused because of you!

The real problem was that it wasn't just "to the point of passing out"—I actually passed out every single time.

My vision grew blurrier from lack of air. Just how much defense had this woman invested in her tits? No matter how hard I punched with all my remaining strength while choking and going limp, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she treated it like mere tickling.

Sensation faded from my fingertips, and Elysia's soft voice buzzed in my ears like tinnitus.

Thud—

In the end my arms gave out and fell limp to the floor.

"Eeeh… Mya-gun, did you fall asleep already…? Honestly… Haa."

Just before consciousness cut out, I felt a cool hand gently wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.

"Even so, I love you, Mya-gun…?"

"I'll stay right by your side while you sleep, okay?"

Smooch—♥

"We'll keep living together forever from now on too, alright…? Mya-gun?♥"

"Ugh… nooo… don't throw me away…"

As my consciousness sank into the pitch-black depths, the day I was first summoned to this other world began to surface.

It was the memory of that day when the cold, hard chill of a marble floor had seeped into my bones.

"I must have a skill too…! Appraise me one more time!! Please!! You said it yourselves—I'm a summoned Hero… Why are you only doing this to me?!"

Crushed by injustice and terror, my voice trembled pitifully. The others who had been summoned with me had already been led into the room, and not a single person came to help me.

Surrounded and bound by soldiers, I looked up at the approaching Princess and spoke.

"Y-Your Highness? Th-thank goodness. These people suddenly tied me up and said I was useless…"

Through the pain of the roughly bound ropes digging into my wrists, the hem of an ornate dress slowly entered my vision.

"Aww…♥ Our dear Hero must feel so left out. Right…?♥ But from what I can hear, that doesn't sound wrong at all. You really are a discarded Hero, after all. Fufu♥"

An arrogant gaze, as if looking down at a bug beneath her feet. A beautiful yet bone-chillingly cold smile hung on her lips.

"Sometimes, you know…? Maybe it's because we perform summonings so regularly? Quite a few people end up arriving with no abilities whatsoever. We always call those people aside for a little chat, you see…?"

The Princess lightly gathered her skirt, elegantly bent at the waist, and brought her lips close to my ear. A thick perfume scent washed over me at the same time a snake-like, cunning whisper burrowed into my eardrum.

"From now on, don't get in the way of the real Heroes and just hurry up and die, you trash♥~"

Memories of the past.

Those goddamn kingdom bastards.

Whether it was the Princess bitch or the bastards working under her, they were all the same. Fuck.

The disgusting faces of the soldiers who had thrown me into a carriage like luggage and snickered as they mocked me flashed through my mind.

"We're only bringing you out here because of orders, buddy… But hey, we're rooting for you in our own way, y'know? Hoping that someday someone who can save this rotten kingdom will show up…"

At first I'd thought, Well, at least the Princess was the only piece of shit—people are all the same deep down. But that had just been the naive, soft-hearted delusion of an idiot like me.

"Hey hey… Even as a joke, if you say it like that the guy's gonna get the wrong idea, won't he?"

"Ahh, is that so? Well, we've dumped over a hundred of them so far and not a single one like that has ever appeared, but yeah—bwahahahahaha!"

That bone-chilling laughter that had torn through the silence of the darkening forest still rang vividly in my ears.

Trash bastards.

In the end they left me abandoned in the darkness without even untying my bonds, and coldly walked away.

Alone, I twisted my body and tried to free myself from the ropes. The roughly tied cords dug into my wrists until blood seeped out.

"Ow… If you're gonna dump me, just dump me and leave. Why the hell did you have to tie the ropes this tight… Damn it."

If I ever met them again, I was gonna… fuck.

Panting for breath that rose all the way to my throat, I wriggled and squirmed. I was slowly moving my body when—

Thud—! Thud—!

Was it because of the huge sound that suddenly appeared behind me? A cold chill raced down my spine.

Huh… Why do I feel like someone's right behind me?

Ahahaha.

A hollow laugh of denial slipped through my lips. A dense, massive shadow that seemed ready to swallow even the moonlight suddenly loomed over the top of my head.

Still bound by the ropes and unable to turn around, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I barked at the enormous shadow covering me. Pressing my tear- and snot-smeared face into the damp dirt, I began begging like a little child.

"Please spare me, please don't kill me. I'll do anything!"

It was a scream that would never reach a monster of a different species anyway. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting only for the horrific pain of my throat being torn out in a single bite, and kept speaking words that could never be heard—

When suddenly:

"Why is a human here?"